December 2007, Blly and Understanding

Monday, December 3, 2007

Billy....and Understanding...
Dec 4, 2007Again, I had my morning smoke under the vent a hood and was thinking about the bubbles that surrounded Billy in an August early morning.I picked up the nearest ballpoint with a dinner napkin and began to draw the circles that I saw and then drew a line in everything that I saw a smiley face where his once was and two feet...and I said to myself, (and now to you) Oh so that's what it was, .... The bright sparkling dancing bubbles, larger ones at the top, graduating smaller as they encompassed his smiling face to his entire being. The bubbles were an Energy Field.Many times we have heard or read where people say the room was so cold. I thought about this and remembered when I had walked through where he had stood on "two" legs..that it was cold..very very cold....but not the 5 feet away that I stood from him.Billy did everything he could not to frighten me. He took a while to appear under the bright fog like dancing bubbles....and remained there for what must have been a long time as I did not drop my eyes from his smiling face almost the entire time. Then I did not know that he wanted to tell me something and it has to be because of a remark I made at the club , which was, "Billy I wish you could just close your eyes and be anywhere you wanted to be. I am very happy for you"He wanted to show me that he could now do just that, close his eyes and be "everywhere" he wanted to be. Not once did his facial appearance change from that beautiful happy smile. I am guessing now that I watched his face for at least two minutes and I did not flinch when I first saw him smiling, nor did he change his expression. . ....and prior to seeing him I looked at those bubbles for at least a minute and a half, even saying aloud, What the hell is that....The bubbles were his energy field...This is what I learned today Dec 4th 07 standing in the same spot...and thinking about it...with pen and paper in hand....I remember looking down slowly...He was wearing shorts because I saw his knees, both of them, but that didn't register either. Then I looked to the right and saw his leg which also didn't register because since Vietnam he always had a leg... And did I remember which leg? No...He must have known that...Then I looked to my left and saw that he had there also a leg....I didn't look up to his face and now I am glad, he likely would have left sooner. But I think the afterlife can read our minds...Infact I know they can but not to get started on another encounter.....To continue I then looked to my right and stooped just a bit squinting my eyes starting at this leg....Then I turned my head and looked at the leg to my left...for just about 2 more seconds....And POOF he disappeared...He apparently knew that his two legs had registered in my brain and they had...and I did not look back at his face ...since I dropped my eyes to begin viewing his legs...He looked great...Excellent coloring, bright big happy smile and he wanted me to see, and I think it all stemmed from what I had said at the club to him.....I always knew there was an afterlife because of all the afterlife people I have actually seen and felt. I know there is.....And with Billy I learn more and more from his coming to me. The rest of them I saw by accident ....the one I felt had a purpose to straighten me out and she did....but Billy ..is the only one who came to me and I have said prayers Lord Please don't be angry with him. He must not suppose to do that. We are to believe by faith...You know how he is...A dare devil ...but he's oh so good...so please don't be angry with him....Today I wonder...was it okay for him to come because I always knew there was an afterlife? Those who cannot see, do they hope there is an afterlife and is this why they cannot see? That is another question ...that hopefully an answer will come...
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Saturday, November 24, 2007

November 2007
It was so brief. Mark was changing the TV Channels standing up in the den...and I was in the kitchen at the sink, suddently there were two people in the den. Mark and another. He had dark hair that came below his ears and wore dark clothing . I said, "Mark Who is that?' Mark looked at me and he didn't answer...and I said, "Is Kris home"? "No, he said, Kris isn't home!" And he looked at me....I peered over the kitchen counter looking towards the closed door of the wash room. For some reason they always go through that door ....This was the briefest encounter I have had ...Mike Pierce was also brief...but at least he walked past me. This man just "was there" long enough for me to see him and my husband in the same room....And then he just "wasn't"...Today the 24th I get a letter from Katie...who speaks of dreaming of Ron.....and Now I wonder really, "Was that Ron?" I honestly do not know...but I do know this is the first ghost I have seen that I did not know....They say if you are open they will come....I don't want them to come....they just do.....Now I am told that my friends daughter can also see. My daughter can see...I can see. Don Braud can see. .I wonder why some of us can see and others cannot.....I am sure I will return ...I am sure they will come...they always do....
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Friday, November 2, 2007

1980, 1983, 1986, 1991, 2001, 2006,2007
1980-dadThe title seems befitting since these are the years my father, mother, mother in law, father in law, and several friends died. I didn't cry nor was I grief stricken though admittedly, I cared for all of them. Some more than others.Looking back, as a young girl with two children, I thought life was good. As the months passed, I began to encounter chills accompanied with the hairs on the back of my neck standing up tingling as though I were being threatened with an ever present danger. I combatted these feelings if thats what they can be called, by turning off the office light and going upstairs where everything was cozy and safe.As the months continued to pass my routine was the same. I knew when dad was near and I hurried to rush upstairs. I didn't need a watch to know it was almost 10:30PM. Like all good things that must come to an end.My 12 year old daughter, Kimberly , screamed and was in total shock. She raced up the stairs falling to her knees, screaming 'Mama, Mama" and threw herself in our bed shaking and screaming. I managed to calm her down by holding her tightly and rocking her back and forth as best I could."Okay you're safe. Tell me what's the matter? She screamed with her voice trembling, "I saw Grand Daddy! He was wearing a yellow jump suit and a yellow hat and I could see right through him!" The end result was that she slept with her dad and I for one year at 12 years of age. There was nothing we could do to convince her to go back to her room located immediatly off of the hall.I pondered what I could do to rid our home of this problem. Why was my dad coming back. Why could she see him and I only "feel" his presence? That answer I would not find but I remembered how he use to come over and collect comquats from our tree.The following day I got the saw and cut the tree to the ground and drug it limb by limb to the street for the garbage collectors. Whatever happened to us except for our daughter sleeping in our room was gone. I no longer had this tingling and uneasiness at 10:30PM....I felt at peace....UNTIL...1983-momWe attended the funeral and returned home. Again I busied myself raising my family. I remember I was in the bathroom which overlooked a one thousand foot den upstairs. I heard these gremlin like noises and turned my head.There I saw this facsimile of what was supposed to be my mom? If so, Dinky as we called her, had missed the boat. She was about 2 feet too short and was waddling alongside the front of a huge wrap around sofa rambling toward others who were also very "short" and making strange non intelligent noises. It all happened so fast I would have to guess that they noticed that I saw them and suddenly they vanished. I can't even use the word disappear because that I have seen, this was more a vanish. I did not speak of this to others.1986- mother in lawSophie was her name. Sometimes we got along other time we did not. She was a small frame little Greek lady who was very judgemental and she passed away in the summer of '86. Again, I did not cry. My grandson was born in Sept 87 and at the age of 9 months I had him in a walker in the kitchen of this same house that we lived in for 32 years. I was busy rubbing the polish in hard on my dining room table and not paying attention to Kris our baby who was laughing so loud for a long period and then I looked up. There was Sophie bending down over him wearing a white A line dress with short petal sleeves playing Pat A Cake with our baby. When she realized that I was looking at her she went backwards as if on rocket skates and disappeared beside my vacumn cleaner that I had covered with a cute mouse skirt. I remember saying, " You don't have to go. It's Okay! I have to go to the bathroom please watch the baby until I get back"I thought this would give her some time to spend with her great grandson because she definently did not come to see me, that's about the only thing that I knew for certain.After finishing in the bathroom I came out and the baby was sitting so nicely in his walker, too young to scoot about. At the time, I did not realize that she had taken what I said literally because she did not go. I continued to pretend that I did not notice her because I felt that she wanted to be in her son's home and he had never seen anything so let her be!My last falling out with my mother in law two years after she had left this earthly world came when I was again in the bathroom overlooking the massive den putting on my makeup. There was so much noise and distrubance coming from her that I stepped out into the den and screamed, "Get out of here! Get out of her right now and don't you ever come back!"Later, I felt bad about screaming at her like that since I had invited her to stay. I still feel bad about it but to this day , I have never apologized.1991- father in lawGeorge....his name was George...I repeat his name because he was such a pepper in life. Always had to be the King, always had to know what was best for you, but let me not go into putting up with George. He passed away in 1991. Sorry to say, I don't even remember the month but what I do remember is Mark my husband and I were watching our big screen TV in the same house I mentioned to you previously with the massive den and Mark said, "I'm going to bed now hon, I'm tired." I said , "Okay and after a few seconds I looked over the sofa to see if Mark was okay. And what I saw was:George! He was walking up the stairs that led into the den wearing a white pin stripe shirt and dark pants, certainly not what he was buried in. I thought this is my opportunity to count the seconds I will see him and if he sees me?When George entered the den and began walking to our bedroom to see his son, I had begun counting. I was proud that I was sharper than he was. I would never let my family see me if I dare to go back and "check on them". Ofcourse we will all make sure our family is okay before leaving this earthly life , it's only natural.I am watching George with my chin pinned atop that burgundy sofa and I am counting. I reached 15 seconds and then I turned back around looking at the television. All the while there is a camera beside me and I thought, "Should I try to capture this?" "What can he do to me if I take his picture?".... The answer NO came to mind...Many questions have entered my head through this lengthy encounter, " Why do they have to appear and walk as we do if they are energy? Are they trying to communicate? Are they lost or are they unaware that they are dead? No answers have been reached.2001- margie my half sisters motherMargie married my dad in 1950 or thereabouts; they divorced in 1960 and Margie was murdered in 1965 in MemphisI had been writing a novel entitled, Murder in Memphis and I had gotten to graphic in detail on the subject of sex. I was just trying to make the book more interesting and I still think a lot of what I dramatized was at least half truths, but never you mind...Once "again" I am in the bathroom upstairs that overlooks the huge den getting dressed and applying my mascara. All of a sudden, I went flying across that bathroom and landed into the door on the other side.At that moment, I knew and I said, "Awright Awready! I'm sorry! I did not mean to upset you! It's over! Finished! No More..." I am sorry!Robin my half sister and Margies daughter and I were two peas in a pod and we loved each other. I called her and related what happened!Robin responded by saying, " Is that who it is" Last night I was hollering at her saying why did you leave me and my bed fell to the floor!" I answered, "Robin your mother is angry. I promised her I would not continue writing her story and you must promise that you will not say anything to upset her" She agreed! At this time Robin and I made a promise.."We know you can come back. We know this well no matter which of us goes first we promise not to return" We both agreedRobin passed away in 2003 and I have not felt nor seen her. Thank you Robin2006 michael - a sailing friendMichael was a sailing friend in our club and we spent many years at various functions together. I am in another home now across the Lake from New Orleans.I am in the kitchen and my husband passes by me and doesn't even acknowledge as he goes into the utility room. "Mark, says I, you could say hello! How rude!" It was then that I saw it wasn't Mark...It was Mike and though it was brief, it was Mike.I just went on cooking ....2007 billy, the convincerWhat gives those of us the ability to see? I don't know! But I can see. So can my daughter and one of my best friends, daughter. I try to put a reason on it and know that compassion plays a big part. Truly caring about peopleBilly was the son and grandson of a judge, a childhood friend who has lost his leg in vietnam in the mid 1960's. He was ALWAYS independant and wanted to open his own door, using his crutch as his only helper! He did not pity himself and kept the machine gun that shot his leg off in vietnam, well he kept it on top of his desk all the years he was a practicing attorney.In Jan of 2007, Billy left this earthly life. I was on my way to his wake when I had a fuss with my husband and got out of the car. Looking back, it was all the tension from the loss. I didn't bother to call his second wife as I never did like her. She moaned all the time that he had this drinking problem but she had married two alcoholics prior to Billy so I found her boring and insincere.I was in my kitchen of our new house smoking a cigarette under my vent a hood and enjoying my coffee. As usual, I put the cigarette out and emptied the ashtray. Turning around I saw these bright like bubbles about a foot and a half off of my ten foot ceiling. It was as if someone were blowing bubbles as we did as children and they became more rapid and bright . Some were larger others small and all rapid...I stepped back and looked at the ceiling saying,"What in the hell is that?" I continued to watch the bubble blowing...and then my eyes dropped further down and there in this bright fog like surrounding was Billy. He was smiling and his beard was trimmed perfectly and his coloring was pink and he looked marvelous. His smile continued so beautifully and I squinted my eyes and continued to watch his face for what seemed like a long period.It was a while before my eyes dropped lower and I remember I looked at his right leg slowly and then I looked at his left leg again slowly. Again I stared at his right leg squinting and then once more to his left leg, squinted my eyes and .....POOF....He was gone....into thin air......I mean Gone...I have pondered about Billy since this happened in August of '07 Eight months had passed. I worried that he would get in trouble with the Lord who surely must not want anyone to do this after passing from our Earth?Billy was always doing things that he shouldn't be doing. He was a dare kind of guy...I recapped the surroundings he was in ...a bright fog though I saw him perfectly. He had on shorts. Something that he never wore due to the loss of leg. Why did he come to see me? Why not his longer friend Mark, My husband? Why? Finally I remembered something I had said to him one evening at our club. He was feeling fiesty and he was rubbing it in that he had moved and he lived closer to the club than I did and I had to drive a long distance to get there and he in just a short time!I said, 'Billy I am very happy for you. This is wonderful!" And he looked so shocked. However I was more shocked to think that someone as intelligent as O'Hara could even kid such a thing.He went on, "Thank you Judy, Thank you" And then I added, " Billy, I wish all you had to do was close your eyes and you could be anywhere you wanted to go!" Again, he looked at me and said, "Thank You!" 2007-Earline -sister in lawEarline left us in mid October....I made an announcement in my house here by myself, at least I hope I am by myself, Don't come here. I don't want you here. Go down the block thats where your house is! I have had enough....No More...I was later on my computer ...My preferial saw a lady in my hall wearing shorts just for a split second...I expect her to return....and when she does I will continue on this blog....